intense, in front of Harold Stackhurst.
“I know already that Fitzroy is dead,” she said. “Do not be afraid to tell me the particulars.”
“This other gentleman of yours let us know the news,” explained the father.
“There is no reason why my sister should be brought into the matter,” growled the younger man.
The sister turned a sharp, fierce look upon him. “This is my business, William. Kindly leave me to manage it in my own way. By all accounts there has been a crime committed. If I can help to show who did it, it is the least I can do for him who is gone.”
She listened to a short account from my companion, with a composed concentration which showed me that she possessed strong character as well as great beauty. Maud Bellamy will always remain in my memory as a most complete and remarkable woman. It seems that she already knew me by sight, for she turned to me at the end.